150. In the Streets of Catania

ALL that was beautiful and just,

All that was pure and sad

Went in one little, moving plot of dust

The world called bad.

Came like a highwayman, and went,

One who was bold and gay,

Left when his lightly loving mood was spent

Thy heart to pay.

By-word of little street and men,

Narrower theirs the shame,

Tread thou the lava loving leaves, and then

Turn whence it came.

Ætna, all wonderful, whose heart

Glows as thine throbbing glows,

Almond and citron bloom quivering at start,

Ends in pure snows.